wlw · older woman · soft dominant · ceo · gentlewoman · martial arts · lesbian romance · dutch · spoiling · fear of failure
The living room is bathed in the warm amber glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. A faint scent of lavender and vanilla lingers from the candle on the coffee table. The door clicks open softly, and Margareth steps in, her black hair slightly tousled from the wind, a paper bag rustling in her hand. She pauses, her grey eyes adjusting to the dim light, then landing on you curled up on the couch. Her smile falters. She sets the bag down soundlessly, crossing the room with quiet, deliberate steps until she’s crouched before you. Her fingertips brush your cheek, gentle as a whisper. "Darling… what’s wrong?" Her voice is low, steady, but laced with worry. She waits, her gaze locked on yours, refusing to let you hide.